Rubic's CubeA Poem by chris+y
I keep the box
on my bedside table and stare at its incompleteness every night. Every so often I take it between my fingers and twirl it, as best as a cube may be swirled, ignorant of how to make it complete, solved, each color on one of its six sides. I am one who likes things organized, mix and match makes me uncomfortable, so the one red tile on the yellow side does not make it ok to have a random white taking reds corner. I can't solve this cube, I don't know how to make each piece fit, I only know it drives me crazy. © 2013 chris+y |
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Added on January 30, 2013 Last Updated on January 30, 2013 Author
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